We sworl, we dance, we soar through the night
Caliginous wings catch every eddy of wind with artful dips
The sky is blotted underneath our flight
We dive suddenly, and beneath our talons - skin rips.

The forest passes beneath our deadly shadow
As the fauna scatter, our eyes track with unnerring speed
There, amongst the shadow lies a shimmering glow
Our wings fold and as one we dive, none able to impede

The sylphine appendages catch in our claws and beaks
In quick, lethal movements their dance is halted
Their silvery wings flap no more, crimson ichor leaks
Oiling our feathers further as our prey are assaulted

But there, in the dead of night, a melody lingers so
The familiar notes reminding us of who we truly are
And so the dancers rise once more, through the night we go
One by one, each shred of butterfly left a deadly mar

The sound beckons, calls, and draws us to the roads
Where Her faithful stands, crooning Her song to us once more
She beckons and we bow, furthered by Her glorious odes
And fall into the orderly procession, no more yearning to explore

For the chosen guides us through unfamiliar roads and paths
To a place we recognise dimly, that is lined with Her scent
Through roads and buildings decorated with iron laths
Until in a garden we find Her, and bow once more with wings bent

A soft lullaby escapes Her lips, and ecstasy overwhelms
As we launch to the skies once more, we circle with grace
A Bell-Tower in the distance beckons - we perch on the gargoyle helms
Shadowy beauty blessing the stone demon's horrored face

We watch now, we wait, until we all are together again
And Her melody beckons us through the planes
To a barren desert we ascend
And flock in a great mass above the cacophonic strains

Of tormented, souls, bound in agony
Our focus is sole, though, and at Her beckon
We fold our wings for the last time, diving free
To bring Her glory, bliss awaiting our last second

As we crumple and fall, Her glory shall rise
A shrine to Her power thrumming with greater malice
The last thing present to our closing eyes
Her great beauty, washing over a curious chalice

But it is done, our purpose is served, and we fall
To the winds, physical form decayed to dust
But our spirits remain, tethered to Her call
Until the time when into the fray, once more we are thrust

Surrounded in an effervescent glow of Her grace
Though, who could resist lingering for just a moment
And basking in the beauty of this place
Before we fly once more with Her deadly intent